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She didn’t know how long it took. Minutes, hours, days. She was too focused on her pleasure, on the feeling of Isaiah’s thick penis spreading her wide open, making it hard for her to catch her breath, to breathe normally ever again.
She came twice by the time he was seated all the way inside her. That’s when she began to cry. Tears that had rarely come after the first year of her captivity flowed freely now. They washed away memories of panic and fear and made room for all the experiences this incredible man wanted to give her. “Move, Isaiah, fuck me, please. I need you so much.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of you.” He began pumping, slowly thrusting in and out of her tight pussy until she was reduced to screams. Isaiah’s hands gripped her waist with gentle force to pull her back against his cock, seating her fully until there was a steady rhythm of skin slapping against skin.
Her orgasm came fast now, rushing over her without warning. She felt the intensity blast through her core, the echoes reverberating deep in her chest, in the barely-there part of her heart—the desire and ecstasy Isaiah was experiencing mirrored her own.
Maya was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her hair sticking to her temples as Isaiah continued to pump in and out of her at a brutal pace.
“Once I begin knotting,” he said, his words barely audible, “you have to stay still.”
“Kn-knotting?”
Before he could answer, Maya felt the head of his penis inside of her grow alarmingly bigger until she was gasping for air. “Isaiah!” she shrieked. She felt like she was being split in half, her entire body ripped apart by his intrusion.
Isaiah’s hand curled around the front of her neck and stroked over her erratic pulse. “Take a deep breath,” he said, his words cut and choppy. “In and out. I can’t pull out until I come otherwise, I’m going to hurt you. We’ll do this together.”
“C-come?” Shit, he hadn’t come yet, she realized, and when his cock thickened further, she cried out at the same time he did. Then she felt the hot gush of his release fill her up, warm her from the inside. He jerked against her, his hold on her hip and neck tightening even further.
“Maya!” He called out.
If she hadn’t been robbed of her voice, she’d have his name on her lips too.
As his cum began leaking down her thigh, mingling with her own juices, she was grateful that he’d reminded her to breathe. Maya came again quietly, a series of pleasurable aftershocks that were triggered by his pulsing cock.
Just as she was about to collapse against the mat, Isaiah pulled her up using his hold on her neck, so that she could sit on his thighs. The move pushed him impossibly deeper inside of her until she thought he was in her chest, in her throat. His lips caressed the nape of her neck, and it assuaged some of the rising panic in her gut.
“This is the way we’ll always be,” Isaiah said against her ear before he kissed her lobe. “Explosive. In sync. Perfect together. Be with me, Maya. Mate with me. Claim me as yours and let me claim you as mine.”
She didn’t respond, she couldn’t with how the knot was still lodged inside of her. Instead, she turned her head so that her lips could find his. This was enough for now. This would have to be enough. Wishing for more was playing a dangerous game, and she wasn’t sure if her past would come and ruin the joy, the love that she’d found with this incredible man who held her like he’d shoulder the world to keep her safe.
ChapterNine
Once they caught their breath, Isaiah carefully dressed her, and then himself before he carried her bridal style out of the gym and the cave that he referred to as the central Den. She pressed her forehead against his throat, terrified they’d run into one of his pack members and she’d have to see the judgment on their faces. Thankfully, the tunnel’s halls were blissfully empty as they walked outside into the thick forest.
Instead of heading down the path that led to the safe house, Isaiah made a left and approached a rock face that was diagonal to the Den’s main entrance. He turned sideways to prevent her skin from scraping against the stone and slipped through the inconspicuous opening. Before she could even ask, he pressed his lips against her ear and explained that his home was the first line of defense for an attack against his wolf pack. It was located in the optimal position to stop intruders when necessary.
He approached a weathered wooden door and then asked her to lift a discrete plastic plate that was left of the entrance. She exposed a retina scanner, which disengaged the lock. The door swung open.
When he carried Maya inside, her arms still wrapped around his neck, she expected a replica of the bunker network she’d come from. Instead, his refuge was anything but clinical. The space was decorated with books and antique furniture. The back wall was made of glass that overlooked a dangerous yet breathtakingly beautiful gorge, and the kitchen sported French-inspired appliances as well as a large butcher block island that could seat at least eight.
Isaiah turned right into an arched passageway and down a corridor to the main suite. Upon entering, Maya recognized his scent. The fresh spring water and rich spice that seemed to cling to his skin permeated the air. The décor was just as rich and warm. Dark hardwood floors, cavernous ceilings, and sturdy oak furniture. Overhead lighting cast an intimate glow. To the left through a double wide doorway was a closet, and to the right was the en suite bathroom. The space looked like a picture from a magazine before the wars.
Isaiah bypassed the bed and walked into a bathroom with a shower big enough to hold at least ten people. The wheel-shaped nobs and rain showerhead were made of a polished gold color that matched the fixtures in the kitchen.
“We generally have good luck in the shower,” he said, amusement lacing his voice. “I wanted to bring you here after that first night at the safe house, but I was worried about moving you too quickly when you were just getting comfortable.”
“I know it’s about the safety of your pack,” Maya mumbled sleepily as he lowered her onto the sink vanity. “I can go back to the safe house if you’re still not ready to have me here. I’m sure your Betas and the rest of the pack would also appreciate some distance from me.”
Isaiah nudged her legs apart and stepped between her spread thighs. He laced his fingers together at the small of her back. “Maya, you spent years in a basement, which is nearly the same as living under a rock like our Den. You needed time to process your escape before being exposed to a whole community of cave dwelling nosey wolves.”
Maya rested her palms against the hard planes of his chest. “What changed?”
Isaiah’s stern mouth curved into a beautiful, boyish smile. “Now that I’ve had you, now that we’ve had each other, there’s no way I'm letting you stay so far away from me. Especially since you'll be feeling the effects of the bond even more intensely.” He leaned his forehead against hers, and she sighed at the touch.
As much as Maya appreciated how honest he’d been with her, his words were frightening. She felt the walls closing in on her with every passing comment about the mating bond. “This is a lot to process, Isaiah. Two weeks may seem like a long time to you, but like I told you, you're asking me to make a lifetime commitment so quickly after my escape. Can’t we just enjoy the time we have without talking about mating or mating bonds?”
He leaned forward and nipped at her pouting lower lip. “Is that what today was for you? Enjoying the time we have?”
